GOLF

Lyrics

[Intro] It's holiday season, bitch Man what the fuck goin' on, Maajins? [Chorus] They saying "the fuck going on with me?" I'm saying "the fuck going on with them?" Bad man, I'ma let you know I hit for the drip, ion need no rip Bad bitch playing with her nose, and my brodie cook 'em he don't gotta spin Aye, I'm really raw, and make me levitate then smack me down Yea the first of all, the root of all, don't mean you wouldn't be around I do the Insta' call, and show the racks, you know I ain't fucking around They saying that I know ball, we scoring that 3 don't need a rebound Swing this stick, golf, cut that bitch off Like 3 missed calls, feel like Chris Paul Turn that blitz on, like it's kickball My bitch like Mia Owens turn her to a Rick Boss [Verse] I'm pissed off, these say otherwise, I don't mind Who you finna call, when I ain't by your side, It's gon' decline She visteral, she work at Calvin Klein, like from behind Need a visual, I feel like genuine, she pony ride Hit that Uzi walk, I shake my shoulder wiping off the grind Niggas miserable, don't get love so they just go online Ain't no harm in mind, bitch I spit that fire Charizard And that horizon, I'm just looking out start dozing off You don't start as a hater you tend to it When it come to that benji I get to it He swing that sword just like Genji over ruin Go to war, I turn that sunny to a dewy Like what's up, like what's up, like what's, up? Call yo phone, call yo phone, like wake, up All I want, all I want is you Feel like I have no problem and we back, cool Like what's up, like what's up, like what's, up? Call yo phone, call yo phone, like wake, up All I want, all I want is you Feel like I have no problem and we back, cool [Chorus] They saying "the fuck going on with me?" I'm saying "the fuck going on with them?" Bad man, I'ma let you know I hit for the drip, ion need no rip Bad bitch playing with her nose, and my brodie cook 'em he don't gotta spin Aye, I'm really raw, and make me levitate then smack me down Yea the first of all, the root of all, don't mean you wouldn't be around I do the Insta' call, and show the racks, you know I ain't fucking around They saying that I know ball, we scoring that 3 don't need a rebound Swing this stick, golf, cut that bitch off Like 3 missed calls, feel like Chris Paul Turn that blitz on, like it's kickball